January 25, 2009

I think we'll be able to buff that right out...

Toddler Child and I are in Arizona. We flew here on Thursday and return to Utah later this afternoon. I'm here primarily to visit my grandmother - Mamaw - and I have Toddler Child with me because I lost the bet. We're staying with Mom and Dad and things are going fine, although I'm tired.

I'll post more about my time with Mamaw when I get home. She's failing but it was wonderful to see her.

Toddler Child has a cold. [Of course. I'm traveling alone with him.] He developed symptoms about 20 minutes after we got off the plane in Phoenix. This was after he spent the flight yelling, "Captain! I need some orange juice! Captain! Caaaaptain!"

Mom let me borrow her car to run to the store to get cold medicine. I'll make this short. I hit the house. Backed right into it. In my defense, my car beeps when I get too near something [like a house] when I'm in reverse. Her's does not. My car has large windows and excellent visibility. She drives a tiny convertible -- like a clown car -- with small windows and poor visibility. It's like driving with a bag over your head.

I pulled the car back into the garage and entered the house to confess, only after contemplating if Mom and Dad would notice the damage to the car... and... the house. I couldn't fly this one under radar.

"Hey, Mom." She looked up from her spot on the floor playing with Toddler Child. "I hit the house. Sorry."

I'm a terrible driver, as shared in item number one in this post. These things don't surprise or alarm my parents or husband. When Chris and I were first married, I parked the car in our garage, on top of the lawn mower.

I showed Mom the damage, told her we'd pay for the repairs and went to the store. Dad had been in their bedroom/bathroom showering after a bike ride. Coincidentally, the part of the house that I hit.

When I returned from the store, Dad was in his office. I walked in to tell him what I'd done and apologize. He said he was in the shower when he heard and felt the "impact". I asked him what he thought it was. He said, "I figured Chrisy hit the house."

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I think we'll be able to buff that right out...

Toddler Child and I are in Arizona. We flew here on Thursday and return to Utah later this afternoon. I'm here primarily to visit my grandmother - Mamaw - and I have Toddler Child with me because I lost the bet. We're staying with Mom and Dad and things are going fine, although I'm tired.

I'll post more about my time with Mamaw when I get home. She's failing but it was wonderful to see her.

Toddler Child has a cold. [Of course. I'm traveling alone with him.] He developed symptoms about 20 minutes after we got off the plane in Phoenix. This was after he spent the flight yelling, "Captain! I need some orange juice! Captain! Caaaaptain!"

Mom let me borrow her car to run to the store to get cold medicine. I'll make this short. I hit the house. Backed right into it. In my defense, my car beeps when I get too near something [like a house] when I'm in reverse. Her's does not. My car has large windows and excellent visibility. She drives a tiny convertible -- like a clown car -- with small windows and poor visibility. It's like driving with a bag over your head.

I pulled the car back into the garage and entered the house to confess, only after contemplating if Mom and Dad would notice the damage to the car... and... the house. I couldn't fly this one under radar.

"Hey, Mom." She looked up from her spot on the floor playing with Toddler Child. "I hit the house. Sorry."

I'm a terrible driver, as shared in item number one in this post. These things don't surprise or alarm my parents or husband. When Chris and I were first married, I parked the car in our garage, on top of the lawn mower.

I showed Mom the damage, told her we'd pay for the repairs and went to the store. Dad had been in their bedroom/bathroom showering after a bike ride. Coincidentally, the part of the house that I hit.

When I returned from the store, Dad was in his office. I walked in to tell him what I'd done and apologize. He said he was in the shower when he heard and felt the "impact". I asked him what he thought it was. He said, "I figured Chrisy hit the house."

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